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I grabbed my phone on the fourth ring, concerned when I noticed Jasmine was on the line. “Jazzy. What’s up?”
“Oh, Fallon. I’m sorry. I went to your apartment like you asked.”
I heard the urgency in her voice and suddenly felt suffocated.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I don’t know. The whole place was trashed and there’s more. There’s something on the wall. I took a picture, but it’s horrible. I don’t know what else to do. Should I call the police? I just sent it to your email.”
Shit. What had the person been looking for? Where I’d gone? Maybe. Another chill shifted down my spine. I’d left a note I’d written on the kitchen counter. Details about this trip. Fuck.
Don’t jump to conclusions.
“Calm down. I’ll be home tomorrow. I want to see this for myself before I get the police involved. You said something was written?” I was furious, so much so I couldn’t breathe. I had no doubt who’d dared destroy everything that mattered to me in my tiny little apartment. Fucking Antonio “What was it?”
“One word,” she said, her voice was shaking. “Mine. The word mine. And Fallon, I think it was written in blood.”
Shocked, when I heard the ping indicating an email, I pulled it up.
The ugly red stain stared back at me.
The meaning clear.
And exactly what Antonio had promised.
Mine…
CHAPTER 22
Vissarian
Right now,I didn’t have the time to weed through bullshit politics with the medical system. With the laws of the land, I wouldn’t be able to discover if Jeffrey Collins was in either hospital or at least had been. I’d leave that up to someone else. Someone who could hack systems with ease.
However, if I discovered that he’d lied to me and had lured Fallon to the island, he wouldn’t need to worry about getting cozy with a hot nurse.
The fucker would be dead.
Another memory flashed into my mind that I allowed myself to indulge in while I waited for Mikhail to get finished with whatever call he was on.
An ache had formed behind my eyes, the pain debilitating enough I momentarily closed my eyes while continuing to pace the floor. Ludolf had known that dredging up the past would drag the man I’d once been back into my life.
He hadn’t been wrong.
The vivid images pulsed as did my blood thrumming in my veins.
“Who the fuckare you working for?” When he didn’t answer, I issued another brutal punch to his stomach, this one pitching the asshole against the wall.
“Careful, Viss. He could be Cosa Nostra. We don’t need that shit. You know that as well as I do.”
I snapped my head toward Mikhail. His father, my Pakhan had insisted he come with me on the impromptu trip to Chicago. “Don’t you dare try and stop me. I don’t give a shit who he is. He means nothing to me. He was part of this.”
Mikhail grabbed my arm, but I jerked it away. “Viss. You don’t know that.”
“I was there! You weren’t. You didn’t see the look of terror in her eyes. You didn’t hold her bloodied, broken body in your arms. You have no clue.”
He softened, but only somewhat. “Maybe I don’t, but you’re becoming unhinged. If you don’t get control, you’ll be ousted. Do you hear me? It won’t matter that you’re family.”
Huffing, I raked my bloodied, bruised hand across my face. How many men had I hunted and killed? A dozen, but my revenge wasn’t getting me any answers and my own family refused to confront the bastards I knew were responsible. I returned my attention to the motherfucker who made the mistake of grinning at me.
